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9. Wearing just a towel

“Leliana! I’m sorry I’ll just go.”

[andrastes-singinggrace]

Leliana chuckled at the Warden and clutched the tower to herself. “Don’t worry about it. We are both women here Warden Aeducan.”

[echoedmistakes-blog]

♪ GALAVANT ♪ sentence meme

"Ah, true love was never this ecstasic!"

"In a few moments, we shall marry, and you will instantly become the richest, most powerful woman in the land."

"You will join me in my bed."

"We’re going to do it!"

"We’re… doing… it."

"I suggest you fall."

"I’m gonna go with the fame and fortune."

"Best squireship in the land."

"Well, that’s a mouthful."

"I’m sorry. What is that smell?"

"Nice meeting you. Door’s on the wall."

"I’m nobody, princess."

"That man is an animal!"

"I’d love to learn a little more about how you, uh… craft a joke."

"I’m such a bully. I’m under a terrible amount of pressure, you have to understand that!"

"We could start a genocidal war!"

"I could get back to all my hobbies, like raising taxes and tormenting the poor."

"Well, that was ripping!"

"There appears to be a rather large hole in my bucket, and I would very much like for you to fix it."

"You’re embarrassing yourself."

"I’m embarrassing yourself."

"Totally understand. Totally empathize."

"It’s about to get very messy in here."

"I come from a long family of lovers. You can’t fight genetics."

"I’m sort of out of the whole ‘damsel in distress’ business at the moment, so…"

"I like skinny. Like, really unhealthy skinny."

"Pack lightly. There’s a long journey ahead."

"Stop with the singing and get back to what you’re good at!"

"Still stings, doesn’t it, hero?"

"How can you be a hero if you’re not wearing any pants?"

"Now, if you’ll excuse me, we have to go get freaky."

"You’ve been screaming like a castrated hyena for the past ten minutes."

"Ah, my pants are on. My pants are definitely on."

"That was a long song."

"Can we swap horses? Yours look so much softer."

"There’s gonna be some legendary hero-ing happening around here pretty damn soon."

"Never start a marriage with a kidnapping."

"I am Mr. Butch!

"Oh, poop! I got gravy on my tummy flowers."

"I’ve only ever hugged one man in my life, and it was the day my father died. I squeezed that rotten bastard to death."

"Nice beard. I’m talking about her, of course, but the facial hair is nice, as well."

"Oh, yes. I want to bail… your mama out of prison when she gets arrested for prostitution."

"It’s 1256. The ‘your mama’ jokes are getting really old."

"Does this strap go on the front or the back?"

"Oh, good God. Do I have to do everything?"

"What… you’re gonna train me?"

"You’re just gonna humilliate me all day, or…"

"Any man can get knocked down. The hero is the man who gets back up."

"Oh. Absinthe. It’s not strong."

"I’ll be drinking an ale… from the bottle."

"Yeah, I burped. Do you whiff it?"

"I slept on the horse."

"So, are we keeping the rooster or eating the rooster? ‘Cause I’m not naming him if we’re eating him."

"Maybe you’re not the worst thing ever."

"Don’t make me always have to be the bad guy."

"I need a hug!"

[incorrectdragonage]

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[andrastes-singinggrace]

“Oh my, there’s so many of you.” Leliana seemed to smile despite herself. She hadn’t seen this many people around her since the Fifth Blight. Above her, she heard some crows caw and the cages rattled too, this eerie place was home though.

 “What brings you here to my tower?”

[recondiitus]

It had been years since Morrigan had seen the redhead. Years since she had abandoned everyone after the Blight without so much as a word of celebration and happiness. Years since she had left the others to raise her son. But she had kept an eye on the other, watching the spymaster rise through the ranks of the Divine’s…lackeys.

“You’ve done well for yourself, Leliana.”

[andrastes-singinggrace]

“Morrigan...” The spymaster smiled happily at the other.

The nostalgia of the companions of the Warden...it came back to her. The Witch in front of her had always made comments about Alistair that made the other warden flush. Leliana would sing in the camp and render silence amongst the others. Leliana straightened up and looked over the other’s clothes.

“I see you took my advice about clothes. That dress looks lovely on you.”

[andrastes-singinggrace]

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“Oh my, there’s so many of you.” Leliana seemed to smile despite herself. She hadn’t seen this many people around her since the Fifth Blight. Above her, she heard some crows caw and the cages rattled too, this eerie place was home though.

 “What brings you here to my tower?”

[andrastes-singinggrace]

(I leave for a couple days and suddenly this blog explodes with followers.

Whoops for leaving.)

[andrastes-singinggrace]

bastardwarden started following you

She remembered this area looking far more stunning…a few days ago at least. Leliana sighed quietly as she surveyed the area carefully, making sure no pack of wolves or darkspawn pop up around their camp. The bard then glanced over to her companions, most of them had retired for the night. 

The fire was roaring, but she could see Alistair sitting around it, by his feet was the Warden’s war hound. 

“Alistair? Is something on your mind?” Leliana called out softly as she strolled over to him.

[bastardwarden]

Mabari hounds had always been good to him. Even though this one had bonded to his fellow Warden, he was friendly enough with Alistair. While most of the party slept soundly, they kept a languishing, groggy watch, more interested in the fire pit than any imminent danger.

Leliana was a sudden reminder theirs might not be the best plan. She moved so quietly—! Alistair nearly jumped out of his skin when she spoke.

“Maker’s—You’re going to scare me to death one day. Er—no, I’m fine. Well. Not really. I’m fine as I can be when the fate of Thedas is on me and Surana, we’re being hunted as criminals, and the man who raised me wants to put me on the throne. Other than that, I’m right as rain.”

[andrastes-singinggrace]

“Forgive me if I startled you, I couldn’t sleep.” The Bard smiled gently as she plopped down on the ground beside him.

Being hunted as criminals, that was also on the rest of the party too. They had found Sten in a cage afterward, likely to be executed for his crimes or left there to die by darkspawn. Leliana reached out, holding her hand out to the Mabari and allowed it to sniff her hand. The Mabari gave a happy bark, his tail swishing back and forth. The hound licked her hand gingerly.

“You needn’t worry too much Alistair, we are all in this together until the very end. The Maker’s vision to me gives me hope.” Leliana reassured him. All the companions were loyal to Surana and Alistair’s cause after all.

[stayclassytn]

Put 3 names in my ask and I'll bed, wed, or behead them

[lyriumwclf]

✖ ANDRASTES-SINGINGGRACE.

“You and Sten have quite impressive skills.” Leliana offered a smile to the elf. She curiously about his reaction though.

“It seems you are familiar with the Qunari ranks, did you live among them at one point?”

         ❛ Not quite. I am  from Tevinter. We are… more          familiar  with  the  Qunari  and  their  customs. ❜

[andrastes-singinggrace]

Ahh, that certainly explained much. Tevinter and the Qunari home, Seheron. She nodded. 

“The two are neighbors, that is quite understandable. I think Sten would find you an intriguing conversation partner.”

[andrastes-singinggrace]

swxrdandshield

The spymaster regarded the dwarf with interest as she walked in the snow. Her feet stepped into the fresh snow, a crunching noise followed her, giving away her position. That didn’t matter though, it was the middle of winter in Haven after all, Leliana did enjoy the snow. It was peaceful type of weather as it drifted down from the sky. 

She approached the dwarf quietly, she could tell by his clothes that he was a mercenary. Was he here to find work then? “If you are looking for work, we can provide some for you.” 

[swxrdandshield-blog]

The snow was not particularly something the dwarf enjoyed.  Even with a thick, fur-lined collar and heavy leathers warding off the worst of winter’s bite, he was cold.  The frozen flakes nipping at his nose and ears did nothing to help keep his innards warm.

Glancing up at the hooded human, he raised a single brow.  Was it that obvious?  It was probably the swords that gave him away, he supposed, though it was curious a job would be offered without a single question as to his credentials.  “Suppose so,” he drawled, one hand drifting habitually to his hip as he rocked back on his heels.  “What do you need, miss?”

[andrastes-singinggrace]

All the help I can get. The bard thought as she looked over the dwarf. Her eyes lifted briefly from the dwarf to look at the sky, the impending doom over their heads. The Breach, she could hear the roaring of the savage tear. Holding back a shiver, she then looked back at him. 

“There are have been some attacks on the road between here and the rest of civilization. Witnesses claim they were attacked by rogue Templars, one of my spies followed them into a couple of caves near the road. If you can “take care” them, you will be handsomely rewarded.”

[dusterluster]

Same, Solas.

[lyriumwclf]

✖ ANDRASTES-SINGINGGRACE.

Thinking of Sten brought back memories of the old days. Despite the direness of the situation of the Fifth Blight many years ago, Leliana held fond memories of her companions. She had held some interesting, often prying conversations. But she had managed to discover his soft side, he had been playing with a kitten. She smiled faintly at the memory.

“A Qunari warrior, whom we called Sten. Nowadays, I hear that he has become the Arishok.”

It was interesting how almost all of her companions seemed to step up in the world as time passed. It was barely ten years ago they were all sitting around a campfire, dodging darkspawn and Loghain’s men.

       ❛ —— You would compare an elf to a Qunari Sten? ❜

Fenris asked, not bothering to keep the surprise out of his voice. 

       ❛ —— I am flattered. ❜

[andrastes-singinggrace]

“You and Sten have quite impressive skills.” Leliana offered a smile to the elf. She curiously about his reaction though.

“It seems you are familiar with the Qunari ranks, did you live among them at one point?”

[andrastes-singinggrace]

Ahh, right. Her agent from a nearby forest hadn’t reported back in a few days, worried, she sent others after them. Unfortunately, they had found his body laying on the forest floor, arrows embedded into their back. Before news from her agents about this elf, she had assumed a Templar or possibly a Grey Warden had shot her agent.

That wouldn’t be the case. The bard thought as she shook her head. Leliana narrowed her eyes a little as she watched him gaze around the tower.  Nearby, she knew her agents still waited in the shadows, their gazes lingering on him intently.

“We in the Inquisition are not fond of the fighting either.” Leliana said, crossing her arms over her chest. “We are fighting everyday to bring peace back to the realm.”

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‘Right. You in the Inquisition, as you say, must not fight too hard.’         A bold accusation! Immediately he could feel the tenseness in the room as         a dozen agents went rigid, their wounded pride making a guest appearance         in the form of obvious distrust and uncertainty; more than one hand shifted        towards a hidden blade or clenched their a staff a little bit tighter than before.         Such was the charge in the atmosphere that the elf might, for the briefest of         moments, become concerned that he were treading upon a storm cloud and         the moment he took a wrong step he’d become grounded, thus channeling         all the negative energy he’d prompted into one, loud, ear-splitting crash! of         lightning. In conclusion, that might have not been the best thing to say.                   ‘My apologies — an offhand comment. It certainly will not happen again.’ A pause                    ensues, albeit momentary. ‘Did you know I am often called Celevon? Of course                   you didn’t, but perhaps you did thanks to your little entourage here. It means                   ‘silver’, in my native tongue. My parents worked with metal. A fitting nickname, I                    think, for a metalworker’s son with matching silver hair. Yet I was never skilled with                   metal the way they were — I much rather prefer the art of archery. It was once said                    that I had the keenest eyes of all the young elves, and that I could see for many                    leagues ahead with superb accuracy. So imagine, for a moment, how easy it was                    for me to spot your little spy meandering through the woods, and how simple it was                   for me to release an arrow or two from my bowstring. It was mere mistake that I                    ended the life of one little messenger who was only trying to help. If there is any                    way, shape, or fashion I can serve to repay the debt I owe you, I offer my services.’

[andrastes-singinggrace]

The bard didn't flinch at the accusation made. This man wasn't the first to say the Inquisition was useless or that they weren't needed. In the corner of her eye, she spotted her men becoming agitated, some reaching for their blades. They were brave people, she was glad to have people who were loyal to her and the Inquisition like this. But, there was no need start a fight with this man.

Leliana gave a little gesture to her men and she watched them, looking at her with brief uncertainly. The agents who had brandished their daggers or staffs lessened their grips or sheathed their blades away. 

“I’m not insulted. We have been insulted plenty by the Orlesian Courts.” Her cool voice accepting his apology. 

Admittedly, she knew next to nothing about Eleven culture. Her past companions, Warden Surana had been in the Circle since she was a babe and knew nothing of her heritage. Zevran was part-Dalish, but hardly knew anything about that side of his life, but did have a fondness for a pair of Dalish gloves the Warden had gifted him.

She noticed her people tense up again at his description of what happened to one of her men. Leliana signaled once again for them to stand down and raised her eyebrow to him. Offering his services? 

“...The arrows that struck down my agent did hit the vital areas in his body. You have impressive skills. Skills that we need in this war.” Leliana mused aloud and the nodded. “I accept your services. Welcome to the Inquisition.” 

[andrastes-singinggrace]

xrutherford

The Inquisitor had finished looking over the War table. She was planning her next move in Ferelden, she was planning to recruit the mages into the Inquisition, at her suggestion. The Templars and Mages, both groups were unstable ever since the Breach appeared in the skies above where the Conclave had been. 

It was the cold hard truth though, they needed the mages. The mages could aid people, create potions to help heal people, and they were capable fighters in their own right. There were mages that she knew that were good people; Morrigan and Wynne were the first to come to mind. 

Leliana followed the Inquisitor and Cassandra out of the War room back into the chilling air of Haven. She stepped into the blanket of snow and then glanced over her shoulder to look at Cullen.

“The Templars...I know they’re your brethren Cullen. But I don’t think we can trust them...” 

[andrastes-singinggrace]

On her own arm, a crow perched, its black eyes staring ahead as she wrapped a message around its leg. Her little messenger crows were very helpful indeed in a pinch. Carefully raising her arm, her crow let out a cry as it flapped its wings and took off towards the ocean blue sky. She watched it fly away, its wings flapping as it vanished over the horizon. The sun shined down at her, feeling its rays warm her body as she stood there and then looked towards the elf. 

His facial tattoo…the intricate details drawn on his face signified he was Dalish, not a city elf. Warden Surana…she wanted facial tattoos too. I remember that. Leliana thought, recalling her friend fondly.

“I was just sending off a letter. I didn’t mean to bring you any fear.”

[veraquen-deactivated20180309]

‘You “bring me any fear”?’ The Dalish wanderer parrots, emitting a light  laugh soon thereafter. Faeron casts a wary glance back towards the entrance of this establishment, weighing each and every possible route of escape. He’d counted a number of strides on his way in, but the  place was so twisted and secretive that, unless he was familiar with  it, he’d most likely lose his way. Of course that’s what the spymaster wanted, of course — to have a location that was easy penetrable or  maneuverable certainly wouldn’t be ideal.    ‘Oh, why I wouldn’t dare imagine such a thing! It is not you I am fearful of, however, or your letters. Fear, too, seems to be the incorrect word for how I am feeling — anxious would be a  more appropriate term. If this is about that agent of yours I shot in  the woods, my apologies. I’m not overly fond of those who sneak  about, especially with these fights going on. A threat is a threat,  and if defending myself against a possible breach in my own  personal defenses is a terrible crime with equally dreadful punishment, then, I’m afraid, I shan’t be waiting around here much longer.’

[andrastes-singinggrace]

Ahh, right. Her agent from a nearby forest hadn't reported back in a few days, worried, she sent others after them. Unfortunately, they had found his body laying on the forest floor, arrows embedded into their back. Before news from her agents about this elf, she had assumed a Templar or possibly a Grey Warden had shot her agent.

That wouldn't be the case. The bard thought as she shook her head. Leliana narrowed her eyes a little as she watched him gaze around the tower.  Nearby, she knew her agents still waited in the shadows, their gazes lingering on him intently.

“We in the Inquisition are not fond of the fighting either.” Leliana said, crossing her arms over her chest. “We are fighting everyday to bring peace back to the realm.”

[veraquen-deactivated20180309]

‘I should let you know now I’m not overly fond of being spied on,’ Faeron begins, hand flourishing in a steady motion. Languidly he approaches  upon long legs, visionaries of crystalline blue always darting to those  who linger in the shadows. A raven croaks nearby from its perch, its inky feathers blending in with their surroundings. Oh! how he’d much rather be in the woods, out in the open air, where he is permitted all the vision  he so desires. A rogue he may be, but the shadows and all their backdoor dealings were never his forté.                              ‘I can only presume, however, that there is reasoning                                                    behind my apprehension.’

[andrastes-singinggrace]

On her own arm, a crow perched, its black eyes staring ahead as she wrapped a message around its leg. Her little messenger crows were very helpful indeed in a pinch. Carefully raising her arm, her crow let out a cry as it flapped its wings and took off towards the ocean blue sky. She watched it fly away, its wings flapping as it vanished over the horizon. The sun shined down at her, feeling its rays warm her body as she stood there and then looked towards the elf. 

His facial tattoo...the intricate details drawn on his face signified he was Dalish, not a city elf. Warden Surana...she wanted facial tattoos too. I remember that. Leliana thought, recalling her friend fondly.

“I was just sending off a letter. I didn't mean to bring you any fear.”

[dragonagenews]

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